[Barkov's Forces HQ]

Chaos Agent arrives in the Russian base, aboard on his private chopper. Once the chopper has touched the landing pad, the ALTER boss exits and is escorted by two of his high ranking officials, Riptide and Sorana. The Russian soldiers salute before the ALTER leader and Col. Sudorov gracefully welcomes them

Col. Sudorov: Ah, I see you have arrived, welcome

Chaos Agent: Thank you for the welcome, it looks you came prepared too

Col. Sudorov: About your daughter...

Chaos Agent: Yes, my wife has been acting, let's just say unnatural

Col. Sudorov: *laughs* Wives these days, but do not worry, my friend, my men have tracked her down. All is left is to grab her and bring her back to you

Chaos Agent: Now, I heard that you have some sort of "special" package

Col. Sudorov: Yes, I have everything that we need

Chaos Agent: Wouldn't hurt if I get a sneak peek?

Col. Sudorov: Of course! Now, shall we?

Chaos Agent: On we go

Riptide: *whispers* Something about this guy gives me the creeps

Sorana: *whispers* Shut up, just do what Chaos Agent told you to do and we'll get our paychecks

Inside the base, Col. Sudorov gives a tour of what he and his men do in a daily basis. Some fix vehicles, others check the rifles, the rest are just doing what will help their cause. Chaos Agent is fascinated on how disciplined and skilled Sudorov's private army is

Chaos Agent: So this is your army?

Col. Sudorov: Yes, and everyone is doing their part, the Russian way

Riptide: Seems generi-, I mean excellent, excellent

Col. Sudorov: Now, ready for the main event?

Chaos Agent: Bring it on, I'm ready

The four heads to a room blocked by a steel blast door. A Russian soldier hands Col. Sudorov four gas masks, Col. Sudorov hands the other three to the ALTER officials

Col. Sudorov: For safety

Chaos Agent: Umm...

Col. Sudorov realizes that Chaos Agent is already wearing a gas mask

Col. Sudorov: Ah cyka, apologies, but you two have to wear it

The four (three if you exclude Chaos Agent) has their gas mask on. Col. Sudorov gives a thumbs up as a sign of them ready, as the Russian soldier rotates the valve on the door and pulls the door open. A long hallway appears before them

Col. Sudorov: Ladies first?

Chaos Agent enters first and the other three follow, the steel blast door shut close behind them as they walk through the hallway, that looks like it came from a horror movie

Riptide: Mr. Sudorov, quick question?

Col. Sudorov: Da?

Riptide: Why do we have to wear gas masks?

Col. Sudorov: You'll see

They come across two more Russian soldiers, both wearing gas masks and between them, a thin sheet of see-through tarp. The soldiers opened up the tarp and the four entered into a large room filled with engineers and scientists doing plenty of work

Chaos Agent: Wow

Col. Sudorov: I managed to recruit some of these fellow men before I discovered the Island, so that's why they're here

Col. Sudorov walks to a storage unit and opens it to surprise his ALTER allies

Col. Sudorov: Behold!

Chaos Agent: Interesting, any details?

Col. Sudorov: This, my friend, is a game changer for us, and a game ender for EGO. I call it, simply, a biochemical weapon. So?

Chaos Agent: Amazing, is there anything you want to share for us?

Col. Sudorov: Well, it is-

Col. Sudorov is interrupted by a Russian soldier

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Sir, we have something for you

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Very well, then. Show it to me

Col. Sudorov: Follow me gentlemen, our tour is suddenly interrupted at this moment

They enter another room and finds three EGO soldiers captured by the Russians

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* They were spying on the base, we found them fleeing through the woods

Col. Sudorov: So, you're the rascals trying to spy on us

Looks at the EGO emblem

Col. Sudorov: Of course, it's the EGO bastards. But this is perfect! Chaos Agent?

Chaos Agent: I'm waiting

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Bring them to the chamber

The Russian soldiers drag the EGO prisoners to another room, while Col. Sudorov and Chaos Agent follow by. They enter another room, this one had some sort of chamber inside. The Russian soldiers shove the EGO prisoners inside the chamber and shuts the steel door

EGO Soldier: No wait please! Don't do it! I can help you

Col. Sudorov: Too late for that, brother. Now, everyone ready?

Col. Sudorov pushes a button in the control panel. After five seconds, a fume of gas sprays out and clouds the entire chamber. The EGO soldiers struggle as they begin to vomit a bloody puke, while their eyes turn into a reddish green color, their vocal cords destroyed while they plead for help, and finally, they collapse to the ground dead

Riptide: My God

Col. Sudorov: Verdict?

Chaos Agent: If this is what exactly will happen to EGO, yes please

Col. Sudorov: Beautiful! Now we would need to-

Riptide: Umm, Chaos Agent?

Chaos Agent: Yes?

Riptide: I need to go to the toilet

Sorana: Riptide!

Col. Sudorov: It's okay, Andrei

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Escort him to the toilet, please

Russian Soldier: This way sir

The Russian soldier escorts Riptide to the restroom

Col. Sudorov: Now, where was I?

Riptide's POV

The Russian soldier stops and opens the door of the men's restroom for Riptide

Russian Soldier: Here it is, sir

Riptide: Thank you, and some privacy please?

Russian Soldier: Sorry sir

The Russian soldier shuts the door and Riptide was all by himself in the restroom. Riptide pulls out his phone and makes a surprising call

Phone call starts

Riptide: Son? Are you there?

Turk: Dad?

Riptide: Listen, I know it's been a long time, but I need your help

Turk: What is it?

Riptide: It's Chaos Agent and Sudorov. They have this some sort of gas and are planning to use it against EGO

Turk: We knew about the gas

Riptide: Good thing, because they mercilessly killed three of your own men. You need to get your team moving now, they already have plenty amount of it, ready to be unleashed on the Island

Turk: Got it Dad, we'll-

Russian Soldier: *knocks door* Sir?

Riptide: I have to go now, I'll give you more intel when I found something, goodbye

Phone call ends

Turk's POV

Turk: Guys, we got something bad

Pvt. Sokolov: What is it?

Turk: Sudorov has the gas, and plenty of it

Journey: How do you know?

Turk: Dad. He's from ALTER

Pvt. Sokolov: Wait, your father is part of the enemy?

Turk: Yes, it's a long story

Pvt. Sokolov has something popped up in his mind

Pvt. Sokolov: Do we still have him?

Turk: Who?

Pvt. Sokolov: That mercenary

Remedy: He's in the cell. And has been singing this weird song for 3 hours and it's not English, that's for sure

Pvt. Sokolov: Maybe he has something about this

In the Interrogation Room

Russian Mercenary: How many times do I have to tell you?! I'm just a hired gun!

Pvt. Sokolov: For a corrupt Russian Army general. Now, I'll ask you one last time, did your superiors mentioned any "chemicals"?

The Russian merc looks around the room in despair and defeat

Russian Mercenary: Fuck, you win

Pvt. Sokolov: So?

Russian Mercenary: There is a Russian lieutenant that will be paying a visit to a private villa in the northwest part of the Island. I don't know his name, but he kept talking about the gas

Pvt. Sokolov: When will he visit?

Russian Mercenary: 2 PM, this week's Wednesday, there will be Ural trucks coming in to sweep the villa. One of them has the lieutenant himself

Turk: What do you think?

Pvt. Sokolov: Now or never

Turk: Journey and 8-Ball are coming with you

Pvt. Sokolov: I want this man too

Russian Mercenary: Wait what?! I already told you everything

Pvt. Sokolov: So to prove you're not lying

Russian Mercenary: Blyat *kicks table*

Turk: Igor, you find that lieutenant, and we'll get to Sudorov

Pvt. Sokolov: Copy that

Turk leaves the room while Pvt. Sudorov drags the Russian merc back to his cell. While Pvt. Sokolov is locking up the prisoner's cell, he has some few words for him

Pvt. Sokolov: *in Russian* Hey, brother

Russian Mercenary: What do you want?

Pvt. Sokolov: *in Russian* What's your name?

The Russian merc lowered his heads and sighs negatively

Russian Mercenary: Adrian

Pvt. Sokolov: *in Russian* Adrian, better prepare for tomorrow